First of all, I just want to start my blog by making mention once again of the search terms that bring people to my site. I don’t know who you are, but whoever searched for ‘Chord Overstreet Sex’ and found their way to my blog… I’m sorry. I seriously doubt you found what you were looking for here.
^ in this person’s defense Chord Overstreet IS a dreamboat.
Anyway, I felt compelled to write a blog. Why? I’m not sure. Probably, because I’m a lost, scared and confused twenty-something that is trying to make something of himself and the world in which he lives.
My blog’s core always stays the same. I am a guy who is hopelessly and impatiently trying to help the world become a better place. However, what I wrap that core in changes depending on my life situation. I guess that makes sense. I suppose that’s normal.
Anyway, I suppose my life is “normal” at the moment. At least for the average 25 year old male. Darn this “quarter-life crisis” stuff. I’d like to think that all of this “gets better”. However, sometimes that’s hard to believe. Ok, I’ll admit that I’m listening to the band fun. and the chorus of the song “It Gets Better” came on.
Well, even with the optimistic words of the former The Format frontman Nate Ruess- I still feel myself feeling- not hopeles… But, I’m still wanting. If you asked me at eighteen what I’d be doing at twenty-five I doubt the dialogue would be anything like this…
25yr. old me: Hey man, how’s it going?
18yr. old me: Uh… who are you? And why are you dripping wet and shirtless?
25yr. old me: Both questions are irrelevant. I’m here to ask you one simple question.
18yr. old me: Fine, but put a shirt on first.
25yr. old me: Ugh.. I forgot how insufferable I was when I was eigh- er… anyway, ya happy?
18yr. old me: Yes, I am. Though, you didn’t have to lose the hair. And what were you saying abou-
25yr. old me: Anyway! The question is… Where do you imagine you’ll be at 25?
18yr. old me: Interesting question! Uh… I dunno.
25yr. old me: Of course you don’t! Just imagine!
18yr. old me: Well, let’s see… I’ll probably be starting my career as a digital media expert.
25yr. old me: (Thinking: Oh yeah… I forgot about that…) Psh! That’s not gonna happ- er… go on…
18yr. old me: *skeptical glance* Anyway… I’ll probably be starting my career and perhaps I’ll be engaged by then. Not sooner than that though b/c I’ll have just gotten out of the Peace Corps. Anyway, I’ll be starting a career and starting to think about a family.
25yr. old me: What if I were to tell you that in reality, you’ll be an underemployed manual laborer, with no car, living with your parents, and without a girlfriend around because she lives 500 miles away.
18yr. old me: You’re saying what if you told me that I’d be a lonely loser…
25yr. old me: No, no… not a lonely loser. Just a… Yes, yes that’s precisely what I’m saying.
18yr. old me: You’re me from the future aren’t you?
25 yr. old me: Yes, yes I am.
18yr. old me: F my life.
In reality, my life isn’t actually all that bad. I just feel like there’s more waiting for me out there. I am still in fact actively waiting, but it’s hard. I’m impatient and I’m starting to realize that no matter what you do, we human beings really have very little control over what happens to us in life. What we DO have control over is how we react to those things.
I guess the moral of this blog is… Don’t lose hope, be patient, and even though sometimes it doesn’t always feel like it gets better. I know it will. I just know it!
My posts have been about wanting something more… that’s a good feeling to have; but it’s bad that I just WANT. I feel like I’m not DOING enough. If someone just wants to figure this all out for me, that would be great.
I love you all!
- Brandon Holly -